***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
I just finished the 3rd season of “you” and it inspired the following story, of course with a CNC/rape play twist per usual. Enjoy ☺️
I’ve been watching her for months, taking in her schedule and randomly running into her around town. She captivates every room she walks in, receiving glances of strangers as they too try to understand her. They haven’t worked as hard as me though, and for that I have every intention of reaping the rewards. I know her better than anyone.
I know where she lives and that she lives alone. It wasn’t hard to notice, because she leaves her blinds rolled up on her large windows. At night, you can see in so perfectly, but on the inside the lighting causes a reflection preventing her from seeing out. I enjoy watching her walk around with little to no clothing on, acting as though she doesn’t know or care that people can see her. I know what she drives and where she works.
I know everything, from her favorite color to her darkest secret. She’s an open book. At least that’s what she tells everyone, but that’s not true. She’s intelligent enough to know that she can share a few bad judgements and flaws and it will satiate the curious cats. She hides a lot behind her perfectly manicured appearance and witty dialogue. I know it all though. Everyone has flaws and I’m willing to accept hers, after all that’s what you do for true lust.
I’m sure you’re wondering how I’ve come across this information and I have to admit it was easier than you think. She’s so polite to strangers, so she didn’t think twice when I first approached her a couple months back at the lake. By this time, I had already seen her make her way up to the lake a few times and knew that it was one of the few places she ventured outside of her home.
That was the other part of this that made this so easy. She’s a home body so outside of the gym, work, and the lake – shes at home. Occasionally, she’ll make plans with her family or friends but it’s definitely not a regular part of her schedule.
Back to the first time. I pulled into the dirt parking spaces and exited my vehicle, taking my lake bag with me. I approached the hill that leads down to the water and noticed her laying on her towel reading. She hadn’t noticed me yet so I took my time watching her. Her black swimming suit left little to the imagination but if I know anything – that’s how she likes it. Something about empowering the female body without sexualizing it, free the nipple, you know the normal feminism rant. She closed her book and stood up to get in the water, showing her ass cheeks in a Brazilian bikini. I almost took her then, I liked what I was seeing. She got to a rock and dived into the water, a small splash sound following. Seconds later, she emerges to the surface and looks up seeing me at the top of the hill. I quickly smiled my bright flashy grin and waived as I moved down the path to the water. She smiled back, then laid back so she floating on her back the surface. I got down to the water as she was getting out. Her erect nipples hardened from the cool water. They pierced through her top making it impossible to ignore.
I decided to introduce myself “Hi, I’m Will. Do you mind if I sit here as well, the other seas of the beach aren’t as flat and I’d like to tan. I’ll leave you alone, promise.” She smiled back “oh no worries at all, you’re not in the way. Im just reading between swims. I’m Marie, nice to meet you.”
Just like that, her guard was down. The next few coincidences didn’t seem to alert her either. We have only ran into one another a few select times. It’s important to me that she knows very little about me, so I keep our interactions minimal. Our few interactions have led her to believe that I recently moved here, we happen to go to the same gym and run into each other at the lake occasionally. This information seems to keep her alarm bells off so running into me feels more coincidental than intentional.
I wasn’t planning on joining her gym but I needed to get her phone information and passwords so I downloaded an app that would transfer her info to mine. I had to be within 25ft of her for up to 30 minutes though. This would prove difficult if I was going to be in her vicinity that long without her getting to me too well. She goes to the gym, starting on the stair climber for a warm up and that takes around 30 minutes. I knew that if I could get on right before her and stay on, it would be a long enough time for the transfer to work. I was right. I have everything.
Her phone revealed some interesting things. She’s a porn addict, with multiple apps, saved web pages and a Reddit dedicated to it. Her tastes range from humiliation and degradation to rape and kidnapping.
I was unsure about how to feel about this at first. I wanted to be the one to show her this world, to watch her psyche break down as I force her into it. I had every intention of breaking her and scaring her. As I read through more of her search history and blog, I realized that I could still do that. She may preach about safe words and limits, but her porn likes and search history tells a different story. She doesn’t want the ability to say no. What would she do if people she works with found out that she talks to strangers online about rape? How would her family feel seeing the degrading nudes and videos I found?
Fast forward to today, my plan to take away her freedom and control is almost perfected. I have placed a tracker on her phone and car since it’s impossible for me to work, take care of my family and keep up her whereabouts without the trackers. I have all the blackmail that I need. Tonight I will rape her physically and then after I’ll rape her mentally and emotionally by letting her know her new role.
I’m staring through her front window, watching her carry her dinner plate to the couch in her living room and turn on the TV. She’s wearing white socks, black hipster-style panties and a oversized t-shirt that shows a picture of the TV show friends on the front. She sits and watches an episode of law and order: special victims unit while eating. Once finished, she gets up to take her plate to the kitchen and doesn’t return. It’s likely that she is in her backyard or bath smoking pot.
I get out of my car and walk around the side of her house to see if I can hear her in the back yard. As I get closer to the fence, I hear the bubbling of the bong as she inhales and then the glass hitting glass as she sets it down and exhales. After smoking for a while, she gets up and goes inside. I only hear the screen door though and it didn’t sound like she brought in any of her things so I walk into the back yard and let myself into the house. I nervously walk through the hall, over hearing her rustling around in the bathroom. I make a right and hide in the closet as she exits the bathroom to walk back out.
This the first time I have been in her house. Even though I knew how to navigate her place because the renter left up the pictures and the layout on Zillow, it was still different seeing her personality reflected in the home. I walked to the bedroom door and peeked out to the left confirming that she was still on her back porch. I then stepped out and went to the right, grabbing a beer from the fridge. I opened it and made my way further right to the garage and living room. Her duplex was small, leaving little room for error on my part. I doubted that she would scream or call the police but it was likely better that I catch her off guard anyway.
I was in the garage when I heard the back door open and then the screen and door close. She was coming in for the night. I hid in the back of the garage as I could hear her footsteps move around inside. Suddenly I heard the bath water running. My heart begin to beat against chest as I got excited thinking about how she was already setting herself up for my use. Anywhere that she feels safe will be corrupted by me and my use for her. The idea of that excites me, I may not be able to take her innocence but I can take her control and sense of safety.
The water turns off and noises from her show seep out of her phone speakers. I make my way to the bathroom door and stand outside listening. The water sloshes back and forth and then the noises stops. Silence. “Who’s there?” I hear her say, I know she can see the shadows of my feet at the door. I suppose I should be worried she is calling the police but I’m not. My research tells me she trusts them less than your average criminal so I stay standing there, silent. “Come on, this isn’t funny, just tell me.” I open the door, looking down at her say naked in the bath.
Her eyes widen and she begins to attempt to stand up, but I’m already at the tub gripping her hair. She doesn’t weigh a thing so it was effortless for me to flip her around and push her head under the water. I pull her back out by the hair getting a good view of her frightened facial expression as she tries to catch her breath. I grin, her coughing and confusion adding fuel to my fire. I put her back under, her no’s now translating to bubbles. I pull her back up again, letting go of her hair this time knowing she’s too weak to do anything but catch her breath.
She braces herself on her hands and knees, panting heavily and reaching up to move her hair out of her eyes as water drops from her face. By the time she reaches some resemblance of composure, my belt is already off and in my hand. She looks up at me, confused recognition taking over her face “you, wait I know you from somewhere.” I laughed at her, “you know of me, yes.” She furrowed her eyebrows at me, “what the fuck is going on here” she snarled at me. I don’t appreciate her tone, she’s clearly confused on the power dynamic here. My face goes stoic as I with hold from being too harsh, she isn’t aware of my expectations yet.
I take my belt and lean toward her to put it around her neck, she attempts to slap my hands away but ultimately fails. I pull her out of the tub and she lands on the rug, soaking the floor below her. I continue to pull, dragging her across the hallway floor to her bed room. She’s gripping at the belt, trying to loosen and pull on it. She scratches herself in the failed attempt. Now that I have her lying naked on the bedroom floor, I remove the belt and watch her slump over slightly, clearly exhausted from her attempts at fighting me off.
I pull out the tape I brought and cover her mouth, then wrap tape around her forearms, fusing them together above her head. I would have done it behind her back but she’s more mobile this way. She moans through the tape, still confused at what exactly is happening. I run the belt slowly along her feet and up her calf, enjoying the sound of her attempts at pleading through the tape. She’s shaking in fear as the belt makes it’s way up her thigh and along her ass. I quickly snap the belt back and down again, immediately causing her ass cheek to swell where the belt made impact. She squeals and I do again. She attempts to crawl away but I kneel on her back and hit her ass wit my belt for a third time, then a fourth and a fifth. She begins to cry, whimpering as she starts to get welts. I remove my knee from holding her in place, knowing she isn’t going to want to roll over onto her ass now.
I put the belt back over her neck, she immediately tries talking through the tape, quickly and as loudly as she can. I lean into her ear and tell her that I will take the tape off but if she screams, she will regret it. As soon as I do, she begs me not to kill her. I never had any intention of that, but the fact that she is so terrified that I could is exciting so I decided to play with her. “I don’t know, you’ve seen my face already.” She doesn’t know that I have so much information on her that I don’t need to kill her. Controlling her will be far more exciting but she doesn’t need to know that yet.
“Please I won’t say anything, I hate cops, I wouldn’t go to them. Please just let me go and I will pretend like nothing happened.”
“I don’t know if I want you pretending like nothing happened, what we have here is special, don’t you think?” I watched her face switch from fear to confusion and back to fear. She lay there watching my face, trying to get an answer as to the best way to respond.
Shakily she responded “y-y-yes um it is but no one else has to know, I promise.” I walked out of the room and into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and returning. When I walked back in, she looked down seeing the knife and begin begging through tears for me to not kill her. I walked towards her “don’t move” I said. She did her best to freeze, her body shaking in fear. I drew the knife along her neck and then down across her collar bone. Tears silently fell down her cheeks as she tried not to make a noise. I ran the knife down the middle of her breasts, using the knife point to lightly poke her nipples. They stood at attention in reaction to the cold metal interacting with her skin. “What could you possibly do for me that would make you worth not killing?” I asked as the knife made its way down her belly. “An- any- anything. I’ll do anything, please” she cried.
I jumped up, watching her flinch in response. “Well okay then, fine. Suck me off then.” She looked defeated, her facial expression falling “okay, fine” she said. “If I don’t think you’re excited to be granted this opportunity, this may not go well for you. Understand?” She nodded. “Get on your knees and open your mouth, tongue out.” My pants weren’t off yet, but she won’t be able to prevent salivating and drooling the longer she remains that way. She followed my orders. I watched her as I begin to undress, my cock already throbbing. I pulled out my dick and begin rubbing it directly in front of her face, almost touching her tongue. She was looking straight ahead so I told her to look up at me. She did, having a harder time following that order than keeping her tongue out. The vulnerability in having to watch me watch her was making her squirm, I liked it.
Drool begin to fall from her mouth as anticipated, so I used my dick to wipe her spit onto me. “Look at how disgusting you are, drooling everywhere” I laughed. She looked angrily at me, clearly wanting to say something back b it avoiding it. I put my cock on her tongue and looked at her, waiting. After a few seconds, she caught the hint and begin to bob back and forth. It felt so good to finally be using her. Months of anticipation and research, finally getting my reward for my efforts. I grabbed her head and begin fucking her mouth, getting close to cumming. I pulled out and came on her face, watching as she recoiled in disgust. Some landed on her face but the rest fell to the carpet. “What the fuck? You just wasted my cum.” She looked up at me apologetically “no no I didn’t mean to” she begin to explain as I moved towards her. I grabbed a handful of her hair as she pleaded “please I just don’t like cum, it grosses me out, I didn’t mean to. It was just a reaction, I’m sorry.”
I had her head in my hand, then slapped her with the other. “You will never do that again, you need better training.” She begin apologizing when she caught herself, realizing what I had just said. “Wait what do you mean training? What do you mean again?” I grinned at her, “what, you didn’t think this was just a one time thing now, did you?” Tears welled up in her eyes, “no, you said if I did what you said-“ “I said I wouldn’t kill you and I won’t.” She was silent, contemplating. I answered her questions before she asked. “Look, I know everything about you Marie. Things you keep from your family and your friends. Things that could get you fired from your job. So, if you don’t want that to happen, then you will do what I say. You’re officially my sex slave. That is unless you would like to say no and then you can be homeless and have your friends and family hate you. Your choice.” She didn’t say a word, just looked back at me angrily. “That’s a good choice” I told her, knowing that she would do what I wanted. “Great, now I’m going to cut the tape off your hands and you’re going to get me your spare house key. We will discuss details later.”
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